My job was so much about control that I couldn’t wait to lose that control when I left the office. Amanda was a professional masseuse. Sex video Or maybe the bustier? That’s when I knew it was bitch time. I looked forward to it. “So how’s my boy tonight?”
“…Excited.” I had difficulty getting the word out. Then I heard the buzz of vibrations and realized she’d slipped a clit vibrator in the harness for her own pleasure. Her head tossed in ecstasy as she jerked against me for some time with her spasms, moaning. Tonight my cock was already ferociously hard, peeking its head out of the top of my thong. This time my feet were outside of the table legs and I was spread wide for her. Amanda was easily the most sexually provocative woman I’d ever met. And Lord knows I needed a few thrills to leave the stress of my career behind.
